Black Tables

I find myself waiting, sitting on the edge of my seat. I don't know what I'm waiting for. I wish I were a million miles away sometimes, and other times I don't want to be anywhere else. It's not that I'm unhappy, but I think this is what growing truly feels like. I am here at home, a wonderful place to be, yet a part of me doesn't fit here anymore. Home hasn't changed, but I have.